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When I Get Depressed, Or Anything, I Go 'think Of All The Music I Haven't Even Heard Yet!' So, It's The One Thing. Imagine The World Without Music. Man, Just Hand Me A Gun, Will You?

It Meant A Kind Of Real Liberation Of Expression. It Embraced Amateurism In A Way That I Still Am Inspired By. It Was Not About Trying To Get, You Know, Stadium Gigs Or Even Commercial Radio Play Or Even Record Deals For That Matter. It Was About Saying Something 'cause You Meant It, And Expressing Something That You Felt. And That Was Primary For That - Whatever The Scene, Whatever Punk Rock Means, It Was Very, Very Important To Me, Very Formative.

I'm Not Interested In Stories. Stories Are Interesting But I Don't Think My Head Works That Way. I Remember At Age 10 I Dreamt Of Making Animated Cartoons As Loops, Something You Could Just Project On Your Wall And Look At From Time To Time. Kind Of, Something To Stare At, Something That's Always There.

If You Have A Counterculture Band, You Put A Name On It, You Call Them Beatniks, And You Can Sell Something - Books Or Bebop. Or You Label Them As Hippies And You Can Sell Tie-dyed T-shirts.

Specific Music Starts Feeding My Imagination And Gives Me A Landscape That Corresponds Somehow, In Some Abstract Way, To The World I'm Just Starting To Imagine.